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a sectioning

saw the string slip
from fingers

saw the waning sphere
a tiny dot
and then nothing

and all the throats spilling afterglow
rasping the sky hymn
of coarse sectioning
of black maw and shimmering white apertures
the color of sleep

yearning to go
where the balloons go
Written by Grae (Bryan Gray)
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